Bay Islands, grandparents, and wriggle

Wriggle is a word, WTF? It means the same thing as wiggle. Why have two almost identical words that mean the same thing, and how did that slip through the cracks of my knowing until this week? It sounds funny, like when my g-pa adds a r to wash to make warsh. The whole thing really grinds my gears. Its cockamamie.

My dad, Sandy, Grandpa, and Mary came to visit. With my grandpa I had some very interesting conversations and I wonder how I came to be so drastically politically opposite.
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And I found out that some of my favorite people in the world are creationist. Kind of depressing, considering the book I am reading right now is called- Evolution: The triumph of a Theory and am considering going to grad school for ecology and evolution. And the Texas textbook publishers are washing down there science books again with ID, or UID. If wriggle grinds my gears, this shatters my axle. God seems a lot smarter and cooler to me, having set up a system that changes without intervention than one who goes, Bam! New species every 4000 years. But differences aside we had a lot of fun playing cards.

And Utila was a high level of crazy!

Here is proof. Insane-fire-twirling guy with no shirt- (but a lonnnnng jacket-psych) and a 3 month long Ned Kelly beard.
And we rocked the Island with team Sweden, leading to times reminiscent of Montreal- spring break 2008- me chanting U-S-A! U-S-A! Because everybody abroad hates Americans (according to a drunk irishman). And the Swedes only went to C.A. because they couldn´t drink in the USA. Here is team Sweden, and some of my scuba instructors. At one of the coolest bars in C.A. The whole place was a giant mosaic. Check out the table.


But the real reason I needed that week of spring break was because there were people to meet, people who hang out at night (and being able to fully articulate myself helped too). So I impressed myself by going out until 1 and having to get up at 6:30 everyday and didn´t get sick or tired until I left. It was one of those experiences you can´t explain, but seemed like just what you needed at the time. And I am open water certified. So I got that going for me.

Maybe I will write about our pre-spring break vacation later, but we went to Santa Rosa de Copan and watched a soccer game there, they get so into it they paint their chicks (as in baby chickens, but some of the girls wear facepaint too). And I learned a really great game at the orphanage there.

And playground is looking a beautiful kind of fantastic. Has tuvo.